Chapter 37

The flight to Norway is intense. Damien's pup, who is now a fairly grown Doberman, must pick up on our stress because he begins to pace until Evie cuddles with him on one of the couches.

I would like to say I am hopeful, but we also know we are within the window for the kids to be moved again, so I am doing my best to not have high expectations. I just pray Nessa is doing the same.

I am worried for her and Cillian. These children are their path to fixing the bad that happened to them in their lives. Nessa sees all of these kids as her little sister, and Cillian sees them all as the scared little boy he once was.

This way of thinking is not good for them, and even worse, heightened emotions make this job harder. If I have learned anything from my father, it was that learning to control your emotions was the best gift you could give to yourself and those around you.

We arrive on a runway that we think is only a few miles from the last location of the truck our contact was able to help place a tracker on. As soon as the doors open, we suit up in our gear and get our cars loaded.

I send a message to the housekeeper of the inn I had renovated, to ensure our rooms are prepared for us, just in case we find them. Evie and her family have a house here, so I am sure they will use that as they have done since we began making these trips.

We have stayed with them a few times, but now that our home is ready, I want to take Nessa there and hopefully bring the children too.

Except, as we get closer and to the destination, I begin to realize that bringing them home today was wishful thinking. And that makes me nervous about how Cillian and Nessa will respond.

Lev was able to fit his drones with tech that no longer triggers the security signal when he scans the area, so he sends them in first.

We watch with bated breath as the truck comes into view, but not a single heat signature is found within a one-mile radius. As we exit the vehicles and approach the truck, we find the driver dead in his seat and the tracker in his lap. A frustrated yell escapes Nessa before she starts to pull at her hair.

"This can't be it. It just can't!"

Evie looks defeated, and her men all seem wary. If they knew we were coming, this could all be a trap. Someone could be watching us or have rigged the truck to blow if we get too close.

Alexi seems to pick up on my thought process and starts moving back, bringing Evie with him.

I try to take Nessa's hand, but she pulls it away and backs towards the truck.

"Why do we keep missing them? What are we doing wrong?" she screams.

Cillian has been quiet, almost as if he dissociated as soon as he realized this wasn't going to be the rescue mission we were hoping for. Luckily, he snaps out of it when Nessa turns around and punches the truck.

We both grab her and nearly have to drag her back to the car as she tries to fight us. I do not understand why she is pulling away from me.

"What is going on?" I ask Cillian, trying to understand why Nessa is getting stuck in her head right now. "There has to be more to this."

"This reminds her of her sister," Cillian whispers to me, pulling Nessa into his chest as she tries to push away from him.

"She couldn't save her in the end, so she doesn't think we'll get to them in time either."

Nessa starts to hyperventilate, grabbing onto Cillian's shirt. Evie has tears in her eyes as Alexi guides her towards their car. We need to get out of here and away from this truck.

"We need to go, Kid. This area is not secure."

He looks from me to the vehicle, understanding what I mean. Without a word, he scoops Nessa into his arms and climbs into the backseat. I get in the front and head back to the safety of our home. Everything should be ready for us, and I have a feeling our girl is going to need a bubble bath and a lot of reassurance.

"What can we do, Love? Tell me." Cillian's voice is calm but firm, and I watch in the mirror as she shakes her head.

"We need to save them. We need to." Sobs wrack her body as Cillian holds her closer. "I-I need to s-save them. I-I need to save h-her."

And there it is.

Nessa seems to notice what she said, her body going stiff instead of shaking. "I mean… I…"

She blinks, but Cillian is there to cup her face and kiss her tears.

"We know, Sweetheart. We know."

With their foreheads pressed together, she seems to take a breath. We all do.

The rest of the drive is solemn and quiet. Nessa looks out the window with a vacant expression, her body still in Cillian's lap as he stares at me through the mirror. I get the sense he is trying to communicate something, but I cannot figure out what it is.

I know he is struggling too. Each of us needs to call Dr. K to figure out a way to cope. This cannot continue without change or we are all going to go insane.

When we arrive home, it is not the way I wanted them to see all of the completed renovations. So instead of taking the front entrance, I drive to the garage at the side of the inn directly connected to the house.

Cillian doesn't release Nessa, keeping her firmly in his arms as he steps out. Surprisingly, she doesn't argue, still gripping onto his shirt as he carries her. In all the time I have known her, she has never seemed so fragile.

Nessa is the kind of woman who always stands back up after a fight, but right now she isn't standing.

Cillian sits down on the edge of the bed, worry coating his features.

"What do we do, Old Man?" He needs an anchor as much as she does.

Nessa once said that when all feels lost to her, I always know what to do. So I follow my instincts just as I did when I knew she needed a hot bath and a neck massage.

"Distract her." My firm command brokers no room for argument.

Their wide eyes fly to mine because in the past four months with us together, I have never really taken the dominant role. I enjoy going with the flow and figuring out what the two of them need from me in order to pull multiple orgasms out of our girl.

But that is not who either of them needs me to be right now, and I am craving some control in this situation. I may not have the power to save those kids at the moment, but I do have the authority to take charge here.

"Take off her clothes, Kid."

His brain seems to snap online with the direction, and he hastily follows my command.

"Now yours."

Cillian drops his pants and then looks at me. "What about you, Old Man?"

I lift an eyebrow. "Did I ask you to speak?"

Nessa smirks but tries to hide it by rolling her lips. Seems like my distraction is working already.

"Lay on the bed," I order Cillian. I can see he wants to laugh instead of obey, but I have no problem with punishing him. I think he realizes that too because he lays back.

"Now climb on top of him, Lisichka . Let him make you feel good."

She listens, tossing a leg over his waist, his cock thickening and twitching between them. Just before she presses down on his length, I tsk.

"Ah, ah, ah. On his face."

She looks back at me and bites her bottom lip. I cannot fight the urge to touch my girl any longer. So I approach, kneeling on the mattress at her side as she settles right over Cillian's mouth.

"Fuck yes, Sweetheart." CIllian's hands wrap around her thighs to pull her close.

Instead of allowing her to sink down, I kiss her breathless, making them both wait for what I have in store.

"Stop hogging her, Old Man. I need a taste before I die."

When Nessa fists my hair, pulling me close while circling her hips in the air, I know she is ready. I lean back, looking down at her. Gone is the woman who appeared lost. The girl in front of me knows she has been found by two devils who will never let her go.

"Now, shut him up, Little Fox."

We have all played around a bit, both together and apart since she came home from the hospital. However, work has taken up most of our time. It is clear this is what she needs to calm down though. In fact, I think this is what we all need.

Nessa sits on his face, and they both groan in pleasure. I watch for a while as she squirms on him, pushing and pulling until he is lapping at just the right spot.

Her hands fist in his hair and her head lolls back.

"Right there," she whimpers.

"That's right, Little Fox. Show us that fire under your skin."

Never taking my eyes off of her face, I strip, refusing to miss a moment of the ecstasy, the peace, and most importantly the release.

She preens under my words, igniting with a flame so powerful I am concerned Cillian might pass out from how much her legs tremble beneath her.

"Come for us." My fingers slip between her legs as I add to the pleasure building. Her clit is so swollen, begging for release.

I can feel Cillian's tongue moving back and forth between my fingers and her entrance as I join her on the bed at her side. His piercing seems to press against all of her nerves at once, making her cry out.

"We will burn it all down, together. I promise you."

Her head falls on my shoulders as her body convulses, her orgasm washing over her as she moans our names. The promise of revenge hangs in the air around us, but it no longer presses on our shoulders.

We are ruthless assassins, created for destruction. There is no doubt in my mind we will find these people.

"More," Nessa begs, her voice tight.

"Oh, Lisichka ," I croon in her ear. "I have so much more planned for you."

Helping her off of Cillian's face, I move her down his body. When she is by his knees, I push her down.

"Get it wet for him," I say as her face hovers above his swollen cock.

Her tongue darts out when Cillian looks down at us. He groans, his head falling back as he thrusts in deeper. Our girl takes it like a champ.

"Fuck, Sweetheart. You've ruined me."

She must like his words because she really gets into it, bobbing up and down, adding her hand to the mix. But all I told her to do was get it wet.

My hand twists in her hair at the base of her head, and I pull her up until her back is flush with my abs. My dick is so hard that when her ass presses against it, precum leaks from the tip with the simple contact.

"Are you ready to take us both? Need us to destroy you so all you can think about is how much you can take until you pass out between us?"

She whines, rocking her plump ass until I am forced to clench my jaw in order to prevent myself from coming here and now.

"Yes. Please ." The last word is a plea.

I move her up until her pussy is hovering just above Cillian's cock, and he positions it right at her entrance.

Slowly, I control her body, making her take him inch by inch. I can feel her need, the ache within her as deep as my own.

"Shite, Old Man. I'm going to come. Let me move."

My knees are pressed against his, stopping him from being able to push up into her very far. I chuckle, keeping Nessa in place.

"You better last so that I can fuck her ass, or you will have to deal with the pain of feeling her come around your cock after you have emptied inside of her."

I watch as he grits his teeth, then lets go of Nessa so she can find her rhythm. Her body falls to his, and he sits up, hungrily pulling her breast into his mouth. It makes her back arch, giving me a perfect view of her ass.

I press my finger to the rim, lighting up every nerve ending until she is pushing back and begging for it.

"Just give it to me. Please."

I laugh to myself. "I'll give it to you when I am good and ready."

I look at Cillian. "Lube."

He nods and leans over to open the bedside drawer, tossing me the bottle. I squirt it onto my fingers, massaging it around a bit to warm it up before pressing on her back entrance again.

This time, I add one finger, pressing all the way to the knuckle before circling it around. She gasps and Cillian pushes into her harder.

"Oh fuck," Nessa moans, her tight ring gripping my finger.

She is so close to coming again that when I add a second finger, I feel her fall over the edge.

Her ass constricts around me, and I can feel her walls constricting Cillian. He lets out a hiss, doing everything he can to hold back while Nessa falls onto his chest.

As soon as she relaxes, I press the head of my cock to her back entrance. I should be embarrassed that I am leaking again, nearly ready to burst from the sight of her coming alone.

"You better fuck her now, Old Man, or I'm going to take over."

Ignoring him, I slide my length between her cheeks, nudging her tight opening a few times until she fully relaxes.

When I press the head in, we all groan in unison.

"Shit," Cillian breathes in her ear.

"So good," Nessa whimpers. "So full."

"That's right, Love," Cillian takes her hair in his hand and lifts her head as he thrusts in, pushing me a little deeper. "You're such a good girl taking both of our cocks."

He kisses her cheek, and I press in all the way. I've had her ass before, but never while she was full of another man. There is so much more pressure. Everything is tighter. And when he moves, I can feel his cock through the thin barrier separating us.

So much for no touching.

"More," she begs between us. Looking back at me, she says the only words that will have my control snapping. "I need you to destroy me."

Cillian and I lock eyes. It is as if our bodies know each other as well as they know her. Without a word, we both find our rhythm and get to work doing exactly as our girl asked.

She takes us so well, her ass clenching around me for all I'm worth until I feel that familiar ache in my balls. I can tell Cillian is close and Nessa is just on the edge again, pushing into us as we take turns filling her up.

Unable to wait any longer, I reach my hand around her body and pinch her clit between my fingers. She explodes like fireworks, taking us with her. I can feel Cillian's cock twitching his release right along with me.

I have to keep myself from falling on top of them, but also not pull out too quickly, as that would cause her pain. It is a good thing our girl enjoys overstimulation though.

My fingers roll over her sensitive nub until I feel her relax enough for me to pull out. Cillian does the same, and we watch our cum drip out of her and onto the bed as she rolls on her back.

"I'm not cleaning that up," she says breathlessly. I scoop her into my arms in an instant.

"Do not worry, I am sure the kid knows how to change the sheets."

A pillow hits the back of my head, making me laugh as I take Nessa into the bathroom. She finally seems to realize how much the interior has changed around us.

When I first bought the place, the bathroom had carpet, an outdated red heart-shaped tub, and very dim lighting. The room is practically brand new with heated tile floors, a large shower with a bathtub inside so Nessa can soak while we shower or use the steam setting.

Adjustable LED lighting has been installed and three sinks because Cillian does not know how to rinse his toothpaste out of the bowl, and it drives us both crazy. The large closet was added to the back of the room along with two toilets in separate water closets and a full vanity for Nessa.

I set her down on the shower bench so I can start the water. Two rainfall showerheads and six jets should provide full coverage so that no one is cold should we decide to all shower together or have sex in here. I tried to think of everything we all love to really ensure that this place feels like a home. After all, once we find the stolen kids, we could be here for a while.

"Boris, this is incredible."

I smile softly. It means the world to me that she likes it.

"It is for you, my little fox. I want you to be comfortable no matter where we are. You deserve a place that feels like home."

She stands and walks over to me, meeting me under the waterfall shower head. Pressing up on her tiptoes, her lips meet mine. I know she is sore, but I cannot help it as I lift her into my arms, her legs locking around me.

"You are my home," she says, pulling away from my lips. "You and Cillian will always be my home."

Speaking of the man child, he steps in and presses himself up against her back, kissing her neck.

"And you are ours, Love."

I look into her eyes. "Our home and our love. No matter what."